Ken was a few metres away from Xwekli, Xwekli gritted her teeth, she was extremely annoyed at the sudden appearance of Ken, Ken was dressed in a red shirt, he wore a black cloak which he hung over his shoulders, with his right arm, he held a shotgun, it resembled the Benelli M3 model.
"A gentleman also doesn't hit a lady," Xwekli frowns.
"There's a fine line between a freak and a lady," Ken answered as he dashed towards her, keeping his arms on his weapon, he fired in her direction.
"This is lame," she mutters to herself, she said as she snapped her fingers, the projectiles heading in her direction suddenly vanished, the weapon Ken held also got flung away as it lands on the ground a few metres from him, a compelling force pushed him towards the woman, Xwekli grinned as she caught Ken
